Jason smirked as he changed the word “Struggling” to “Plus-sized” and hit submit to see what would change.
Disappointingly, nothing seemed to. He looked up, seeing the morbidly obese man looking at the 6XL polos, which still seemed too small for his prominent belly which peeked out from his current shirt, while his roly-poly 10-year-old son, also massively overweight for his age, was busy munching on a corndog and a bucket of popcorn his father likely got him from the theater as a small snack.
The 17-year-old nerd scratched his protruding gut, while digging through the comic book shirts. The multiple chins below his face were covered in curly black hair, and his face was likewise greasy and covered in acne. His current clothes were drenched in sweat, his hands covered in cheeto dust, he looked like an almost stereotypical depiction of a neckbeard.
The cashier was probably close to 600 lbs., which likely explained how unkempt and foul smelling he was, although Jason didn’t mind. He knew how hard it was to wash yourself when you were so enormously fat. His clothes were likewise unwashed and seemed a little too small for him as well. He sat on a creaking stool, stuffing his face with donuts and coating his beard in chocolate and sprinkles. Even looking at them made Jason feel hungry.
Finally, there the 14-year-old struggling to restock the shirts, and possibly the biggest guy there, he was almost blobbish, potentially 800 lbs or so, it was a surprise to see he was capable of doing a job like this, but he had a groaning mobility scooter underneath his fat ass that seemed to help, even if it was screaming under his weight. He huffed and panted, wiping sweat from his brow as he moved boxes, an arduous task for a man as obese as he was. He leaned over to pick up a new box from the scooter’s basket, only to hear a loud rip. “Damnit! That’s the third pair of pants today…” He cursed under his breath. Jason knew his pain.
Jason didn’t mind the look of these fat guys, but was confused at how nothing seemed to have been altered. He scratched his head with a fatter hand as he looked at the app in front of his huge midriff which obscured his feet. He wasn’t particularly out of place at this store, as an equally significantly overweight young man. He remembered he had to go there because he had torn another set of his underwear after he had outgrown them and was searching for more, but most stores didn’t have his XXXXXL size. This was a pretty good place though.
He sighed, rubbing his large, sloshing belly as he thought about it. Actually, he began to wonder, did he change anything? He couldn’t remember what exactly he had put in… But shrugged, thinking it might only work on specific people instead, and looked at the other overweight men in the store. Perhaps he could try the app on them?
Letting out a wheeze, he took a waddling step forward, only to hear a familiar rip. His sweatpants had torn along his jiggling rear. Maybe he should start looking for new clothes first, before making any alterations he thought, as he blushed a little. As fat as he was however, he had long since become used to the embarrassment of tearing his own clothes in public though.